Fuck me sideways.
I left her thereโsprawled on that childhood bed, lips parted, cheeks flushed from martinis and defianceโwhen every cell in my body screamed to stay.ย

Fuck me sideways.
I left her thereโsprawled on that childhood bed, lips parted, cheeks flushed from martinis and defianceโwhen every cell in my body screamed to stay.ย

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- ๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐ฌ๐๐๐จ๐ง๐-๐๐ก๐๐ง๐๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐๐ ๐จ๐ ๐จ๐๐ฌ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง, ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฌ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฐ๐ซ๐๐๐ค๐๐ ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐จ๐ซ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ฌ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ง. ๐๐ง๐๐, ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ค๐๐ค๐ฌ๐ก ๐๐๐ข ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ -๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ , ๐๐๐ซ๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ญ, ๐๐ง๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐ฒ๐จ๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ง. ๐๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐๐ ๐จ, ๐๐๐ญ๐ซ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฆ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ซ๐ญ. ๐๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐๐๐ญ ๐๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐ก๐ข๐ฅ๐-๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ซ๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฏ๐ข๐ฏ๐. ๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐, ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ฒ๐๐ญ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ญ ๐ ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ ๐ซ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฑ-๐ฒ๐๐๐ซ-๐จ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง, ๐๐จ๐ง๐ฏ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ข๐ฌ ๐๐๐๐. ๐๐ง๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ ๐๐ค๐๐ค๐ฌ๐ก-๐๐, ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก๐ฅ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ก๐๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐๐ข๐ซ-๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง๐ฌ. ๐๐ ๐๐ข๐ฌ๐๐จ๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐ก๐ ๐ง๐๐ฏ๐๐ซ ๐ค๐ง๐๐ฐ: ๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ฌ, ๐๐๐๐ข๐๐ง๐ญ ๐๐ก๐ข๐ง-๐ฎ๐ง๐ฆ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ



Ariyana did not come to Italy looking for love. She came with a suitcase full of borrowed dreams, a scholarship that wasn't enough, and a father who was slowly dying. Survival does not ask what is right or wrong - it only asks what you are willing to do. So she made a deal. One decision. One signature. One powerful man. And one mistake that would change her life forever. The Malikov family does not belong to the world Ariyana knows. They belong to a world where power is inherited, loyalty is enforced, and betrayal is paid for in blood. A world where the most dangerous men don't raise their voices - they just make decisions. That is how she hears the name Vincenzo Malikov. The quiet son. The forgotten heir. The man who stands in the shadows while his brother rules the empire with cruelty and fear. She was never supposed to matter to a man like him. And he was never supposed to fall because of a woman like her. But power is a fragile thing. And when families go to war, they don't destroy their enemies. They destroy their own. Ehsaas: The First Fall is a dark romance about power, survival, betrayal, and the moment a man realizes he has nothing left to lose - and nothing left to be. Some falls feel like freedom. Others feel like the end of everything.



Aarini Razia Khan was born in a place society pretends does not exist. Arhaan Dev Rathore was born into a world that decides which places should not exist. She is a lawyer fighting for the rights of women the country refuses to see. He is the Prime Minister's son, protecting the image of a country that refuses to change. She is called illegitimate because of where she was born. He is called legitimate because of whose name he carries. They meet in courtrooms, in conferences, in battles that start with law and end with ego. They are not supposed to like each other. They are not supposed to understand each other. And they are definitely not supposed to fall in love. Because some love stories are not written in poetry. Some are written in legal notices, political scandals, and whispered threats behind closed doors. And this is one of them.



"I am married." "I know." "I have a child." "I know." "You could lose everything." "I know." "Then why are you still here?" "Because you're the choice I will make at any cost, Doctor." Kavita Sen saves lives for a living. But she cannot save her marriage. She cannot save her family. And she cannot convince the court that she is a good mother. Shreyansh Oberoi is everything she is not - careless, reckless, and far too young to be looking at her the way he does. She is thirty-five, married, and fighting for the custody of her daughter. He is twenty-five, brilliant, and the last person she should ever get involved with. He was never supposed to be her happiness. He was never supposed to be her escape. But somewhere between night duties, court dates, and unsaid things, he became the only person who ever asked her one simple question: "When was the last time you chose something for yourself?" This is not a story about right or wrong. This is a story about choices and their consequences. This is Shiddat.



He warned her not to cross him. She did anyway. Rudransh Malhotra โ heir to an empire built on blood and silence โ doesnโt believe in love, mercy, or second chances. Cold as steel, lethal as sin, he rules his world through fear... until she defies him. Meher Rajput โ quiet, resilient, and orphaned by fate โ has spent her life surviving shadows. But when she collides with his storm, survival turns into surrender, and hate becomes the most dangerous kind of hunger. Every look is a challenge. Every touch is a weapon. Every kiss, a war neither of them can win. In a world ruled by power, bullets, and betrayal, desire becomes their deadliest sin โ and the only truth left standing is this: He was never meant to love her, and she was never meant to survive him.



She speaks in silence. She lives behind a mask of perfection. Ragini Malhotra โ Bollywoodโs golden girl โ is every headlineโs dream and every secretโs nightmare. Behind the lights, she carries scars the world will never seeโฆ scars carved by terror, betrayal, and the men who once called her their muse. Her voice is gone, but her silence screams louder than fame ever could. He is her shadow. Her savior. Her danger. Agastya Singhania โ ex-military, unflinchingly disciplined โ was the man who once rescued her from hell. Now he guards her every move, every breathโฆ but somewhere between duty and desire, protection begins to look a lot like obsession. And when the ghosts of her past return, one question remainsโ Will his love save her, or destroy her all over again?



When art bleeds into obsession, thereโs no line left between muse and madness. Reyansh Malhotra โ the worldโs most celebrated painter โ sees her in everything he creates. Scarlet. The color of his passion, his downfall, his desire. The shade that lives and dies with every brushstroke. Nyra Roychowdhury โ brilliant, unyielding, and dangerous in her calm โ is the CEO shaping the future of AIโฆ and the past Reyansh canโt escape. She was once his muse, his undoing, and the heartbeat behind every masterpiece heโs ever destroyed. Now, as their worlds collide again โ art and algorithm, heart and hunger โ one truth remains: Scarlet always stains.






I used to think I was the worst thing that could happen to someone. Not dramatic. Not tragic. Just inevitable. At twenty-one, I know exactly how far to push before someone breaks. Itโs never personal. Itโs just interesting. Until he stepped in. Soren Knox. Thirty-five. My psychology professor. Controlled in a way that feels deliberate. He doesnโt flinch when I test him. Doesnโt try to fix me. Doesnโt retreat. He studies me like heโs mapping exits. And somehowโ when I look around, Iโm the one standing inside the noose. Iโve always been comfortable being the villain in someone elseโs story. But with him, Iโm starting to wonder if I miscalculated. Because if Iโm the disasterโ why does it feel like Iโm the one tightening in his grip?



๐ญ๐ฐ๐น๐บ๐ป ๐ผ๐ต๐ซ๐ฌ๐น๐พ๐จ๐ป๐ฌ๐น ๐ ๐ญ๐๐ ๐ญ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐น๐ฒ ๐น๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ฝ๐ฌ๐น! Welcome to ๐ช๐ธ๐๐ถ๐๐พ๐, a world of magic where ๐๐๐ค๐๐ is the greatest currency and ๐ ๐ก๐๐๐๐๐ก๐ reigns supreme. In this world dominated by the strongest of fae who dwell beneath the seas, the powerful survive and the powerless get eaten. Meet ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ถ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐-an arrogant, powerful, and egotistical High-Ranked Fae at the ripe old age of 220 years, born to reign. His life is filled with privilege, but all that is turned upside down when he meets ๐๐๐๐ ๐ฝ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐, a 17-year-old half-human, half-fae with no magical abilities, fighting to survive in this dangerous world. Ocean is infuriated by her very presence, considering eliminating her from existence. Seashell, on her part, can hardly tolerate his presence, stuck in a life where she cannot breathe underwater. Yet, fate has other plans. As their worlds collide, how much longer will Ocean resist the allure of Seashell's "pathetic little existence"? Will he succumb to his obsession, or will Seashell discover a strength of her own that even the prince cannot resist?

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